[ why wasn't she pulling away? yelling or hitting him or pushing him off? why the hell was she just standing there? did she like it? or was she just waiting? waiting for him to slip up so she could tear him down?
he lets the kiss linger a few seconds more before breaking it, uncertainty and whirling suspicion taking helm. he takes a step back. two. three.
he could flee now, but his feet feel rooted to the spot. ]